Lia stands and nods, her face still expressing sorrow. "I know, he was beyond saving it seems; I just hoped it would be otherwise." She takes a deep breath and pushes her hair out of her face. "You are right, we need to do what we set out to do, but what about the bear? It would be cruel to just leave it here to die, but I fear what will happen should we release it, for it must be in great distress and likely to lash out"

Realising there is no way to free the bear without hurting it in some fashion, Lia moves clear. Already feeling her failure keenly, she hoped devoutly the bear would not attack. There had been more than enough death that day already.

The bear groans a little as the arrow thuds into it's ankle, it takes a moment but his senses return to him. He suddenly bursts from his position moving swiftly in the direction of Vaerya. Looks of grimace can be seen in the bears face as it charges forward, seeming to glide to the left after every step. The bears balance is clearly off, and he groans once more before buckling under his own weight, the pressure upon his weakened ankle obviously too much.

His eyes look up briefly at the strange travellers as he lay in the mud beaten. Clamouring to his feet a little he seems to be moving away from them, just looking to leave.

Lia's sigh is tinged with sorrow; she pities the bear, but can think of no way to help it without being attacked for her pains. Not for the first time, she wishes that healing magic did not require touching the intended patient. Hoping the bear will survive she reluctantly leaves it, knowing Jasper is right; there are others to save and she is devoutly hoping it is not too late. As she heads away from the clearing with her companions she silently but fervently curses the Enders for their cruelty and their seeming enjoyment of the pain they inflict on others.